about

In February 2007 during a séance in a dilapidated gatekeeper’s house a disturbing discovery was made: sinister forces are meddling in our existence. They linger in the television static, they traverse the ‘thin places’ and reside predator-like in the forests and shadows. They toy with the memories of lost things, they laugh and they jeer. You can see their shadows dancing through the trees, their music a noisome and mesmerising discord.
Their once hidden hypnotic cacophony can now be heard by all, articulated by Wizards Tell Lies’ hex’d hocus pocus happenings.